User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Red Tables/@comment-2246928-20141214205840/@comment-2246928-20141215030103

The rat dropped down onto the wall, turning as the squirrel addressed him cheerfully. Smirking, he slid the small spear from his back and held it between them, spearhead facing the squirrel. "Eager t' die, are we? Well c'mon then, mate."

Abbess Laurena stood facing a competent stoat, whose wide-reaching cutlass nearly dismembering the mouse every time he swung it. They seemed very evenly matched however. Every time she swung, he parried. Everytime he swung, she dodged. They stood dancing amongst the chaos, ducking to avoid missiles fired by either side as they went.